Transformation

December 20, 2007
By Elizabeth Korpal, Arcadia, WI

Two sharp pins plucked into my neck.
My head had been eversoly light.
I was flying into a deep wreck.
I saw my very soon to be knight.
I could see that we were really right.
I could feel every ounce of his love.
It was coursing through me everywhere.
He pushed me away with a shove.
He then left me to be in a barren of…
A pulse ran though my body it was death.
I begged hi to take it out of…
I gasped, for I was out of breath.
I looked all around, I was alone.
It was then I knew I was disown.


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